It's all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.

Illness isn't the only thing that spoils the appetite.

Whatever a person may pray for, that person prays for a miracle. Every prayer comes down to this - Almighty God, grant that two times two not equal four.

Behind me there are already so many memories (...) Lots of memories, but no point in remembering them, and ahead of me a long, long road with nothing to aim for ... I just don't want to go along it.

I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.

Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don't have far to go, either.

What's important is that twice two is four and all the rest's nonsense.